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Frank Bridge

Like the folks you meet on Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn bridge What a lovely view from Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn bridge I love to

: So long, Frank Lloyd Wright I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune So soon So soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright

Caught in the middle between "time will heal" and this fear of growing old we're fighting to forget while trying to keep hold starting over new and

get the best of me, the best of me Yo, yo, yo, I got so many bags of money That they won't fit in the bank And I'mma do this just like Tony did it to Frank

your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little - well - complicated There's a kind of a sort of : cost There's a couple of things get: lost There are bridges

eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them

' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand The Don, a hundred follow me like Farrakhan Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll

don't try to save ya soul you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss nowhere to run young blood you done burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin

odyssey Y'all ain't smoke real shit 'less y'all smokin' with me And y'all ain't heard real shit 'til you heard it from me Escobar, I toasted with Frank